Golden Boy: A Short Story

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.


A teenage boy fell in love with a teenage girl. They were married, and would soon welcome their first and only born son. Three days the boy sat without a name. No name could suit such a perfect child. His hair shined gold. His skin sparkled even in the darkest hours. Upon arriving home, the parents stared at their newborn child. A name came down to their lips as if God himself spoke it to them. The boy would be called “Golden Boy.”

The infant grew into a spoiled toddler, his demands always being met no matter the sacrifice. His wants never went unnoticed. His cries earned him whatever his heart desired. He ate from golden spoons and drank from golden cups. Punishments were never handed out for deeds done wrong. The boy grew into a teenager, a boy who knew he could never do any wrong. He played golden instruments in the band. He received 4.0 perfect golden grades. He earned golden scholarships. Off to college Golden Boy would go. He entered school thinking how perfect his golden life would always be.

Then, by coincidence, he met a Tarnished Girl. The girl didn’t shine as bright as Golden Boy. She had came from a place with too much moisture. Not enough love. She had been left out to rot in Mother Nature’s elements and rolled through life like a tumbleweed. She had scars on her skin from abuse. Inside, her heart pounded with love. She fiercely guarded and protected the pieces to her heart she had left. Too many boys had taken advantage of her unconditional love, and they broke her away piece by piece. She was fraught with imperfections.

The Tarnished Girl did have two redeeming qualities. Her smile shined gold. It would light up the room and people flocked to hear her laugh. Her eyes were the color of mood rings, constantly changing. The Golden Boy could always read her emotions just by looking at her eyes. He wanted her smile and those two eyes to always be his. He wanted her all to himself. Golden Boy asked the Tarnished Girl to go on a date. From that minute on, the two were an inseparable pair. They loved hard. They fought even harder. Passion was never too far from them. They were never apart since the day they met.

Golden Boy kept his Tarnished Girl always guessing of his love. He told her about rivaling romances. Spitting out how she could never live up to the golden girls of his past. He degraded her because he never wanted her smile to outshine his own. He kept his love inside, all to himself. The Tarnished Girl toiled away, hoping to earn the love of Golden Boy. She worked endlessly at jobs, bought him expensive presents, and begged for his hand in marriage.

Each time she asked, Golden Boy replied “no.” The Tarnished Girl thought of things she could do to make him want to be with her forever. She loved Golden Boy with all her heart. Years went by, and there were months upon months which would turn into years where Golden Boy would break-up with his Tarnished Girl just to watch her cry and beg. He enjoyed her considerable devotion and constant affection. He thrived on her needing and wanting him. He shined brighter because of her.

Eventually, Tarnished Girl wore Golden Boy down and he married her. They bought a beautiful brick home in a desired neighborhood. They made a family. To the outside world peering in, everything appeared golden.

Within 6 years of their marriage, they welcomed their only child. The parents saw he was not perfectly golden because he was half Tarnished Girl. He had her nervous temperament, but he also had her mood ring eyes. To the Tarnished Girl, there would never be born a sweeter child than her own.

The Golden Boy became dissatisfied with life in the brick-house home where he had to live with his Tarnished Girl and their sweet, loving child. He sought the affection of others. He began to resent his Tarnished Girl. She had started to shine. In those first years of her motherhood, Golden Boy had found out that inside his Tarnished Girl’s hands were golden gifts he did not possess, nor could he control. He belittled her gift. He degraded her shine. He still needed her to beg but she had stopped trying. Tarnished Girl finally learned to love herself, imperfections and all.

Then one night, a random weeknight not unlike any other, Tarnished Girl found out about the affairs. She found out how Golden Boy had another. Since Golden Boy had never been taught accountability for his actions, he refused to acknowledge what he had done. He blamed Tarnished Girl for his affairs. He destroyed their beautiful brick home. Tarnished Girl became devastated and walked away from her Golden Boy. They were forced to share custody of their sweet innocent child, who couldn’t understand why his Mommy and Daddy no longer lived together. All the child had known became his new unknown routine.

Years would pass, Tarnished Girl would discover Golden Boy had never been pure gold at all. He had only been gold-plated on the outside. Through her gift, she’d learned if you wiped away the gold that laying underneath his exterior were steel and cold iron, and no heart at all.

Tarnished Girl would come to meet another Tarnished Boy.

They began to polish and encourage each other. They supported each other through the good times and the bad. Never wishing to tarnish the other. Eventually, underneath their Tarnished complexions they discovered they were both made of pure gold through and through. Together they shined, and the sweet little boy learned how to be golden too.

Through this experience the once Tarnished Girl learned what the saying meant:

“Not all that glitters is gold.”

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Ugh. The pain and self-berating and constant questioning that comes with having tried to make someone want to keep you, and failed. *hugs* I hope golden days will soon be yours again.

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